Harlan Covington

I wasn’t meant to be by the river that afternoon. Just a quick pause from my café shift at Windsor Marina.

For twenty-three years, my entire existence revolved around my paralyzed son. Then, a secret camera revealed

Okay, gotcha. Right, listen, this story just popped into my head again. You know how life throws curveballs?

**Thursday Evening** My Evelyn stood before the mirror, adjusting a blouse she’d snatched in a sale. “

Right, so Oliver was standing by the window watching the traffic, and he just like, snapped round at his mum.

**Thursday, 10th October** While packing old photographs today, I found one from our graduation ball.

Eleanor surveyed her reflection, adjusting a grey tweed suit. Today Charlotte turned thirty.

Eleanor knocked at my door clutching her shopping bag, shaking her head. “Charlotte, whatever is happening?

Helen sat by the window, watching the street. Buses squealed to identical halts, pedestrians hurried

My diary entry: That’s not the sort I need… “Anthony, get in here!” barked the foreman’s voice through